Why do I cry in mere silence, not a thought crossing my mind?
Stare blankly in space at the death of my Grandmother
Furious at the sight of those I not even know
Why are clouds so intoxicating in the evening sunset?
Why do I stare into the sun as if it were pulling me into its blaze?
The wind that makes my hair dance around my fragile smile
The light that can never shine through my eyes that seem to forever more darken
I can hear the voices of those who were before me and dream of what tomorrow brings.
The things I fear most are what I love so dear.
Yet you ask me why I’m so afraid.
